Fake Plastic World

Choices, choices.
So many, which shall I choose!
Sparkling, shimmering,
but oh, they're all just painted on.
They're not as beautiful as they allow you to believe.
So which will you choose?
I can never lie to you, sweet friend of mine!
Oh never!
What do you think of me as?
A backstabber?
Haven't we heard all of this before?
I don't believe a word
that comes out of those beautifully painted on lips!
Everything, just paint.
You know, dearest friend,
paint doesn't stay on forever.
One day you will not be able to fool
everyone as easily as you do now.
One day everyone will turn on you
as you have turned so secretly on them.
They will use you, and lie to you.
What will you have to say then but only that you knew this would happen!
No, I won't allow myself to become like them.
I'm not going to cover myself in paint,
and dance upon the plastic flowers,
and chemically blue water,
pretending that they will never find out.
Breathing in the fresh artificially scented air,
believing that I can get away with anything.
Oh, never.